C Train

And then he found himself waiting for the C train. 

He couldn't remember when he'd lost himself
But there he was. 
Unaccompanied, fever-less, and of reasonably stable mind
Waiting for the C train
Must have been some time there with all that cocaine. 
That was the closest he came to finding himself. 
That time he almost found himself a millionaire divorcee and and the coordinator of a mid-sized-underground-giraffe-orgy seminar. 
They never could find a proper space to hold the event.
Logistics am I right?
But then finally, coincidentally, and without warning,
He found himself
Waiting for the C train
Right where he left him.